Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

Not everyone wants to die.

If one can avoid death, that’s for the best.

Su Xun, bringing Han Muye with him, ran swiftly for three hundred miles before stopping in front of a thousand-foot mountain range.

Clouds enshrouded the peak of the mountains, concealing a protection array.

But with Han Muye’s cultivation abilities, he saw through the array at a glance. Behind it lay a series of interconnected palaces and pavilions.

The Lingxiao Sword Sect indeed held the status of an Overlord in the Lingxiao Domain, but, unfortunately, they hadn’t anticipated the resurgence of such a Contend of Ten Thousand Realms after countless thousands of years.

Truth be told, the vast majority of Continent Domains had forgotten this affair.

“Boom—”

Amidst the clouds, a rumbling sound arose.

Dozens of figures shuttled through the mist, bringing up sprays of blood with each clash.

Their cultivation abilities were not much stronger than that of Su Xun beside them, but these people had wings on their backs and wielded weapons that were like peculiar banners. They resembled spears, each with a Black Banner inscribed with various spiritual symbols.

On the Black Banners flickered lines of bloody marks.

These marks guided the winged warriors of the foreign race. Although they couldn’t see through the array, they moved freely within it.

Conversely, using the array as cover, they could easily take down the disciples of the Lingxiao Sword Sect standing guard.

“Retract the array—”

A voice echoed from the summit of the mountain.

As the voice sounded, gathering and dispersing clouds began to slowly scatter, revealing atop the thousand-foot mountains a series of golden halls.

The halls dazzled with spiritual light, distinguishable from thousands of miles away.

“Haha, there’s no need to call our kin now,” one of the winged warriors, already retreating, laughed aloud.

The previous array could conceal the essence of the Lingxiao Sword Sect, but now it was visible for miles.

Shadows were already rushing towards it from the void.

“Form up, kill.” A calm and rippleless voice resounded from within the Lingxiao Sword Sect.

A hundred streaks of sword light flew out, forming a circular sword array that surrounded the scattered winged warriors.

The connecting sword lights flickered endlessly, back and forth without end.

Han Muye nodded slightly.

This sword array bore the essence of a battle formation. The interconnected sword lights displayed a killing intent that was not strong, yet the array was resilient, capable of withstanding attacks from both inside and out.

The encircling net gradually tightened, and the winged warriors found their space to maneuver growing smaller and smaller.

The sword light that crisscrossed within the circle grew sharp and deadly.

“Swoosh—”

A streak of sword light pierced through the encirclement, severing the wings of a warrior from the foreign race who had no time to evade, causing him to plummet to the ground.

As one of the warriors from the foreign race fell, the others panicked, trying to flee in all directions.

In such a state, without the will to fight, they were destined for utter defeat.

Sword lights lashed out, slaying one figure after another as they fell.

“Retreat—”

Just as only three warriors from the foreign race remained within the formation, a sudden voice echoed from the Lingxiao Sword Sect.

The sword array withdrew without hesitation.

Streaks of sword light burst forth from the Lingxiao Sword Sect.

“Boom—”

The sword light surged, blocking those warriors from the foreign race who were charging forward.

By this time, cultivators from a thousand realms had arrived around the mountain where the Lingxiao Sword Sect was located.

The most numerous among them were those with wings on their backs, each holding a long banner—a species from the foreign race.

“Kill—”

Without hesitation, these warriors from the foreign race charged toward the stronghold of the Lingxiao Sword Sect.

With no array to defend and block them, these rapidly moving warriors were able to charge directly into the sect grounds.

“This is bad,” Su Xun said grimly with a whisper.

“Gather—” A voice erupted from within the Lingxiao Sword Sect.

All the cultivators of the Lingxiao Sword Sect converged into one, their sword Qi merging to form the shadow of a three-foot-long giant sword that stretched across the heavens.

The power transmitted by this sword clearly surpassed that of this continent’s level.

The power on the sword body dazzled, causing the void to tremble as if it would directly break through the constraints of the continent’s forces.

Unfortunately, it was not the time for the Heavenly Beads to condense, nor had they received the power of the Heavenly Beads, and even if they broke through the void, they would not reach another continent.

Otherwise, Han Muye would not have stayed in this domain and would have already rushed into the next one.

“Hold the Lingxiao Hall—”

The voice from the Lingxiao Sword Sect resounded once again, and the phantom of the three-foot-long sword cleaved horizontally, shattering all obstructions and persons, and then plunged into a mottled hall.

At least tens of thousands of disciples surrounded the grand hall, their sword intent and Qi converging into a powerful sword shadow capable of sweeping through the domain.

“This man does have some skills; he knows not to divide his combat strength at this moment,” Han Muye commented with a hint of a smile, murmuring, “To keep the people without the land, both can be preserved. To keep the land without the people, both will be lost.”

As he said this, he shook his head again, “However, he’s still too cautious.”

He looked at Su Xun and asked indifferently, “Dare you join me in a fight?”

A fight?

Su Xun was taken aback, only to see Han Muye suddenly soar, rising into the sky.

In his hands, his three-foot-long sword drew a thirty-foot sword light, reaching up to the nine heavens.

The sword light exploded, piercing through at least three of the warriors from the foreign race.

Then, Han Muye followed the sword, slaying all the encircling warriors from the foreign race.

The sword’s edge was so fast that those warriors had no time to sense the full extent of Han Muye’s power.

A sword like this comes and goes with unrestrained delight!

A trace of envy appeared on Su Xun’s face. He took a deep breath, unsheathed his sword, and followed suit, rising into the air.

His speed couldn’t match Han Muye’s, but his sword light was similarly fierce.

In the void, battling with his sword light, he targeted only the slower, weaker warriors from the foreign race.

Two sword lights intertwined, streaking across the sky like shooting stars before the mountains.

One after another, warriors from the foreign race spilled their blood across the sky.

This scene caused the warriors from the foreign race who were originally prepared to encircle the Lingxiao Sword Sect to panic and retreat.